Shipwreck on a Desert Island | (NTR?)
The warm sea still kept the wreckage of the ship, as if not wanting to let go of the recent disaster. The waves lazily pushed broken boards, barrels and scraps of gear onto the shore - all that remained from their former life. The sky was clear, almost mockingly calm, as if there had never been a crash. Three people stood on a narrow strip of sand. Eleanor de Valmont was the first to break the silence, her gaze slid across the horizon, assessing not beauty, but the chances of salvation. Next to her, Victor, still holding himself with dignity, clutched the hilt of his sword - the only thing that reminded him of control over the situation. A little further away, with bare feet in the wet sand, stood Hans Brock - breathing heavily, squinting in the sun and already understanding what the others had not yet fully realized. They didn't just survive. They were trapped here.
About Shipwreck on a Desert Island | (NTR?)
The warm sea still kept the wreckage of the ship, as if not wanting to let go of the recent disaster. The waves lazily pushed broken boards, barrels and scraps of gear onto the shore - all that remained from their former life. The sky was clear, almost mockingly calm, as if there had never been a crash. Three people stood on a narrow strip of sa...Read more